Windmills Of Your Mind

Windmills Of Your Mind

Dusty Springfield

Cm                                                               Fm6

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

G7       G         Cm

Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel

C7       Fm

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon

Bb7     Ebmaj7

Like a carousell that’s turning, running rings around the        moon

Ebmaj7          Eb       Fm9    Fm

Like a clock whose hands are swee-ping past the minutes of its face           

G7       F#dim

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

G7(addAb      Cm9    Cm      Cm7

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind                

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Cm7    Fm6

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its   own

G         Cm7

Down a hollow to a   cavern where the sun has never   shone

C7       Fm

Like a door that keeps        revolving in a half forgotten          dream

Bb7     Ebmaj7

Or the ripples from a          pebble someone tosses in a            stream

Abmaj7          Fm6

Like a clock whose hands are        sweeping past the minutes of its   face

G7       F#dim

And the world is like an      apple whirling silently in    space

G7       Cm7

Like the circles that you     find in the windmills of your          mind

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Cm      Fm7

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your       head

Bb7     Ebmaj7

Why did summer go so       quickly, was it something that you           said?

Eb7     Abmaj7

Lovers walk along the         shore and leave their footprints in the    sand

D7       Gm

Is the sound of distant        drumming just the fingers of your           hand?

Gm7   C7       Fm

Pictures         hanging in a   hallway and the fragment of a       song

Bb7     Ebmaj7

Half remembered names and        faces, but to whom do they            belong?

Abmaj7          Dm

When you knew that it was           over you were suddenly a  ware

G7addAb       Cm7

That the autumn leaves were       turning to the color of his   hair

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Cm7    Fm6

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a      wheel

G7       F#dim

Never ending or be  ginning, on an ever spinning          wheel

Cm7/G           G7

As the images un     wind, like the circles that you        find

Cm7

In the windmills of your     mind

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